Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.